Month: July 2019

Idiots racing for a dead end job and the over lords of America

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“Hey, did you catch the Democratic debates?”

“Yeah! It was-” 

 “-Pointless!? Yeah. I know. The principal reason why I skipped them entirely it’s a ship of fools my friends or a modern day cartoon show with horrible art work and zero funny action to laugh about because the joke is on us.

Let’s see what idiot will try to get us into the next goble conflict. Who is going to vote for one of these people.

Do you (ordinary hard working American) care? 

We’re headed for a epic dumpster fire. War hawking Benny Short pants Shapiro is going to be crying a storm of tears. The over Lords of the giant state will still never see the reckoning when it rains on us as they fly away to land to dominate. 

Am being a Debbie downer? Not in the least. We’ve had dry spells of insanity for decades it’s been time for this ride to end. Let’s get a rainy down pour of truth and sanity or at least some reality.

L. M. Parker

Dead and gone? Well not quite yet

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Why do we write? Why do I write?

I’ve been travelling here and about the semi United American States for the last two months of the 2019 summer months thinking and writing one to three stories at a time.

Why no blogs for these few months?

I couldn’t find the confidence to blog through the fog laced times I was in and I was busy having my attention pulled in other areas and I lost the reason to. Until, I thought of the question. Why do I write?

A pointless question really to a writer. A writer writes. A swimmer swims and reader reads simple for the joy and interest of it. I don’t need a reason to blog. It’s just another way for me to write about what interests me or find common minds a like that share that thread of joy.

L. M. Parker

Notebooks and the craft of writing 

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Hello,

Fellow writers. I greet you with warm affection and joy. I’m wishing you well on your writing projects and progress in the craft of writing.

When I first read Stephen King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft I was a every bit as surprised as I was tarified. Darkness and the predictable comedy of humans failing with style but I learned.

The dude’s crazy but he knew what he was talking about in regard to writing. There are no secrets to becoming a “gifted” writer. Time, failure and practice and cutting the adverbs/fat out to getting down to the basics of what must be said and what is of little meaning to the context of what is conveyed overall.

L. M. Parker